#power on

[yoan-le-grall]

[petermorwood]

Very Cautiously & Touch Wood, our power...

...is not only back on, but seems to be staying that way.

On-then-off-again has been the order of the past few days, with unsettlingly long estimated restoration times and a couple actually including dates as well.

For instance, our power went off early AM on Friday as the worst of Storm Éowyn went by, estimated restoration time unknown, came back up that evening then went off again early AM Saturday, estimated restoration 16:45 on January 28 (Tuesday).

Then it came back on again at about 18:00 - by which time we'd already arranged to go over to the pub / restaurant in our local shopping town, which had power, to get ourselves some hot food and recharge all chargeable devices.

So, daube of Irish salmon with chips for @dduane...

Meat Feast pizza for me...

...and trickle-charge electricity for everything else.

2 x power banks, 2 x tablets, 3 x phones. Why three? Two on the network we share, the third on a different network as backup. (One of them isn't in the photo because that was the one taking the shot).

Power went off again this morning (Sunday) courtesy of Storm Herminia - NOT, as I've been calling it, Storm Hermione - which though mostly seaborne did make its presence felt inland.

That estimated restoration was 09:15 on January 29 (Wednesday), but it came on again at some time in the early afternoon* and has been OK ever since (fingers crossed, touch wood).

* We didn't notice for an hour or so because that most recent cut also tripped the house main circuit-breaker. It was only when DD checked by phone and heard the magic words, "your location is not involved in a known fault" that we looked at each other and said in unison, "check the breakers!"

One click-click reset later, we had power again - though I'm keeping our freezer at emergency level, i.e. turned all the way down to -32°C, (Bosch doesn't mess around) for the next couple of days.

Just In Case.

[rhetthammersmithhorror]

MST3K 820 | Space Mutiny | 1997

[charlie-shadowguy-and-friends]

Magic Anon: All non-Shadowguy Darkners become Shadowguys for ten asks! (not including this one)

[Ruby sings a cheery chime tune... then immediately falls over. She's not used to having legs.]

[Aorta silently listens, then speaks in a harp voice.]

[Glitch tries to sing a synth tune, but it sounds corrupted.]

[Blackjack giggles a cheerful xylophone melody.]

[Miia's voice changes between all the instruments available in Wii Music.]

[Minnie punches the air with a sharp electric guitar sound.]

[Misty sings a nervous flute solo.]

[Lottery uses her trumpet voice to try to sell products. He's not succeeding.]

[creator-of-creativious]

Power back on!!

I can finally draw and take a shower after a ton of work

*flops over muffled scream*

[toomagazineperfection]

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Sunidhi

[i-am-worm]

Inktober 52 2023 - Week 24 - ‘Power’

I’ve been sorting through my old art work and unfinished drawings that's been in storage for years, and I found I haven’t drawn what I called my ‘binary hounds’ for a long while. Basically a verity of cyborg dogs. So I dug out a bunch of old sketches I had started many years ago and decided to re-draw or finally give them some ink.

 It felt real good to revisit these ideas.